Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

Fall Forest Floor

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Spring and Fall
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

to a young child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.


  1. Been doing school work since 7 am. Have to finish later because of a computer glitch.

    Thanks, O

  2. Like the poem.

    Just saw a Geico commercial featuring wood chucking woodchucks. Marmots!

  3. Up too early for the next post.

    Catching a plane today. Seeing Nancy tomorrow! Yipee.